captured by the wind

captured by the wind
in a moment of weakness
my thoughts flood the world
for a second
as space takes a new shape
when we close our eyes
connected by heart
by soul
by love
and by words

we are closer than the
ink to the paper
but further apart then stars and the moons
above
we can kiss all night
but reality will
separate even lovers
as morning comes

blown in different directions
we always come back
to be as close as only we can be
like the leaves blown off the trees
circling the sky
landing softly
in each others arms

Little Hour

little hour
go to sleep
be sure your dreams
to keep

in the dark
you can rest
I'll let the ticking
go on in my chest

be true
be wise
let your sleep
be nice

I do not sleep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Found this beautiful poem, thought you might want to read it.
Don't know who wrote it, but it speaks to me...

Rain

I love watching the rain rush
towards the ground
the air gets a fresh
smell
and nature brings the dirt
back to the soil

Nailed to the bottom of the wells that are your eyes

Ink
Black and massive
Stained my soul

Memories of what never
Took place

Smiles that never reached
The lips

The stains of black ink
Found its way
Everywhere
And made life dark

If there's no beginning
Can there be an end?

By the waters edge

Rays on the floor
The door is left open
The suns warmth
Hiding beneath the slight breeze
As the rays
Dance across the floor
For what seems like forever

I wish I was dust in the air
So light never touching the floor
So forever and more

I can hear the wind
In the leafless trees
The sun kisses the grass once again
I wish I was there
By the waters edge
Looking into the deep
Cold masses
Maybe wet my feet
Maybe see myself
The reflections
Of a woman

There is a fire
Somewhere far away
The flames burn me
Just to make a point

There is no language
Everybody understands
But pain

I wish I was there
Body of water
Ontop of me
Pressed against the sand
Nothing is more real
Than when you start
Counting the
Seconds remaining

Changing season

Pink pink
Blue skies
Clouds and birds
Rain

Walk
Fishing for light
In the deep
Green under feet